Trying On an Identity

I was walking through a store and saw a hat that I really liked. Chance that I’d actually buy it for myself: little to none.

But I liked trying it out. I put it on. I took it for a spin.

I saw a shirt that I probably wouldn’t buy for myself either.

I tried it on. I took it for a spin.

Like it or not, our clothes tell the world about our identity.

What I’m fascinated with: what identity our clothes tell us.

(The picture above is my sweetheart, Amois, at Buffalo Exchange in Portland doing a selfie version of Grant Wood’s American Gothic, included below for your enjoyment. How did we do on the 21st century version?)